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I love this photo of Potato ❤️ so happy he made it through. He is amazing. Look at him smiling 🥹❤️
06/01/2026

I love this photo of Potato ❤️ so happy he made it through. He is amazing. Look at him smiling 🥹❤️

Today (hopefully) the last day I’m gonna visit Potato because I hope that tomorrow he can go home! 🙏🏼🥹❤️ Oh man I can’t ...
06/01/2026

Today (hopefully) the last day I’m gonna visit Potato because I hope that tomorrow he can go home! 🙏🏼🥹❤️ Oh man I can’t wait! And also me, sleeping for 3 weeks on a couch because I couldn’t sleep upstairs in my bed because I always slept besides him 🥹❤️ so finally sleeping together, although he has to be in a special kennel in my bedroom because I don’t want him to fall of the bed or trying to jump on or off it while I’m sleeping and the chance of hurting himself. But oh I can’t wait, to hold him again. Forever ❤️ Tater! I hope tomorrow is the day ❤️

First night with Potato felt like literal heaven 🥹❤️ and Dario secretly sneaked in and made a photo lol
06/01/2026

First night with Potato felt like literal heaven 🥹❤️ and Dario secretly sneaked in and made a photo lol

Everything at the vet went so good 😍❤️ I (ofcourse) couldn’t check under the bandage to see if there was progress or not...
06/01/2026

Everything at the vet went so good 😍❤️ I (ofcourse) couldn’t check under the bandage to see if there was progress or not so it was nerve wracking to wait in the waiting room because maybe the wound was burst open, but they came back and were super pleased. It looked super good, Monday I have to come back and they 99% can remove the bandage and if it keeps progressing next Friday removing his stitches! He did so so so good. I’m so proud of my big popcorn ball 🥹❤️🙏🏼

Mornings like this 🥹❤️
06/01/2026

Mornings like this 🥹❤️

Happy Mama day/ Paw mama day for everyone ❤️
06/01/2026

Happy Mama day/ Paw mama day for everyone ❤️

05/31/2026

My son came home from college in May with two duffel bags and very strong opinions about everything.
He is twenty years old. He’s studying environmental science. He’s been vegan for over a year now. He spent the first week home reorganizing our recycling system and casually leaving articles on the counter about how I could “do better.”
I love him. He is… a lot.
On his third day home, he found a local pit bull rescue on Instagram.
By day four, he had already filled out a volunteer application.
By day six, he called me—with that very specific tone in his voice that every parent instantly recognizes.
“Mom. I need to talk to you about something.”
“No,” I said.
“You didn’t even let me—”
“How many pit bulls and where are they?” I asked.
His name is Jordan. He doesn’t back down from anything. Never has.
That night, he pulled into the driveway with two young pitties in the backseat—Apollo and Sage. One gray and white, one a deeper charcoal with a soft white chest. Both curled into each other like they’d been best friends their whole lives.
“They were going to be separated,” he said, already setting up blankets like he lived here again. “I couldn’t let that happen.”
He sat across from me later like he was presenting a full business plan.
“I’ll handle everything. Food, vet, walks, training—all of it. They’re my responsibility.”
And he meant it.
Every early morning walk. Every vet visit. Every training session. Every single day, all summer long.
Somewhere along the way, they stopped being “the dogs he brought home”… and just became ours.
In August, it was time for him to go back.
He stood by the door for a long time, Apollo’s head resting on his knee, Sage pressed against his side.
“Mom…” he started.
“They’re not going anywhere,” I said.
He nodded. Looked down. Took a breath.
And yeah… he cried a little.
Apollo and Sage still sleep in his room when he comes home. His hoodie still smells like them. He says it helps him sleep better back at school.
The articles on the counter have stopped.
The house feels fuller now.
We’re good. 🌿🐾

05/31/2026

Two nights ago, this tiny pitbull was barely holding on to life.
Meet Zephyr.
Cold. Weak. Fighting just to stay here… yet somehow still choosing softness.
When he was picked up, he didn’t fight.
Didn’t snap.
Didn’t shut down.
He leaned in.
Like even after everything… he still believed someone might be kind.
That first night, he stayed wrapped in warmth, resting quietly in arms that refused to let him go. And little by little, you could see it—his body relaxing, his eyes softening… hope returning.
And that’s the truth people miss about dogs like Zephyr.
They’re not what the world labels them.
They’re loyal beyond reason.
Gentle in ways that don’t make sense after what they’ve endured.
And unbelievably forgiving.
Zephyr didn’t just survive.
He trusted again.
And sometimes, that’s the bravest thing of all. 🐾🧡

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